"No, sir, I didn't. I conclude Hill slept there hisself. I know nothing about it, for I don't happen to have come across Hill since. I've kept out of his way." This was a new turn to the affair. Luke quitted the room, and a silence ensued. Mrs. Todhetley touched me on the shoulder. "Johnny?" "Yes!" I said, wondering at the startled look in her eyes. "I hope Hill did not put that poor child into the house alone! If so, no wonder that he made his escape from it." * * * * * The matter could not rest. One talked, and another talked: and before noon next day it was known all over the place that David Garth had been put to sleep by himself in the empty cottage. Miss Timmens attacked Hill with her strong tongue, and told him it was enough to frighten the child to death. Hill was sullen. He would answer nothing; and all she could get out of him was, that it was no business of hers. In vain she demanded his reasons for saying the boy had gone to Worcester by the early train: whether he sent him--whether he saw him off. Hill said David did go; and then took refuge in dogged silence. The schoolmistress was not one to be played with. Of a tenacious turn, she followed out things with a will. She called in the police; she harangued people outside her door; she set the parish in a ferment. But David could not be heard of, high or low. Since the midnight hour, when that call of his awoke his mother, and was again repeated, he seemed to have vanished. There arose a rumour that Jim Batley could tell something. Miss Timmens pounced upon him as he was going by the school-house, conveyed him indoors, and ordered him to make a clean breast of it. It was not much that Jim had to tell: but that little seemed of importance to Miss Timmens, and he told it readily. One thing Jim persisted in--that the boots he saw through the skylight must have been David's boots. Hill had called them his, he said, but they were not big enough--not men's boots at all. Hill was looking "ghastly white," as if he had had a fright, Jim added, when he told him David was gone off to Worcester. Perhaps it was in that moment that a fear of something worse than had been yet suspected dawned upon Miss Timmens. Tying on her bonnet, she came up to Crabb Cot, and asked to see the Squire. "It is getting more serious," she said, after old Thomas had shown her in. "I think, sir, Hill should be forced to explain what he knows. I have come here to ask you to insist upon it." "The question is--what does he know?" rejoined the Squire. "More than he has confessed," said Miss Timmens, in her positive manner. "Jim Batley stands to it that those boots must, from the size, have been David's boots. Now, Squire Todhetley, if David's boots were there, where was David? That is what's lying on my mind, sir." "What did Jim Batley see besides the boots?" asked the Squire.